Hermione would be That Bitch who wakes Fleur up at 3am for either sex or to answer her crisis questions “do you think about the fact that-” and Fleur is used to this so she just “Mon cheré,, listen I love you but go the fuck to sleep.”
You know what the best part about loving hp femslash is???? The fact that they are all possible in the same universe.
Like imagine, the crushes and break ups and love triangles. The getting back togethers, the just one dates, the secret smooches in hidden corridors.
Ginny can go out with Cho for a while and then start something with Luna. Hermione can make out a few times with Fleur in her fourth year and then hit it off with Pansy later. The possibilities are endless!
Fleur Delacour being a subtle, but incorrigible, flirt with Hermione.
Fleur Delacour purposely saying things to spur Hermione on into one of her babbling sessions to defend a point, and then raising a single, perfectly shaped eyebrow to clue Hermione in that she is being teased.
Fleur Delacour having a special half smile she only gives to Hermione when their eyes meet across the room.
Fleur Delacour sashaying just so when she walks away, and turning back to catch Hermione’s eyes darting away and a blush coming to her cheeks.
Fleur Delacour always brushing Hermione’s fingers a bit when she hands her something, causing Hermione to dip her head in shyness.
Fleur Delacour feeling unsure at night that Hermione will ever put the pieces together and wondering if she’ll ever get the girl, but never letting it show through her confident demeanor.
Fleur Delacour starting to say things here and there to Hermione that could not be construed as anything other than flirting, causing Hermione to stammer adorably.
Fleur Delacour finally getting the girl…and letting said girl know just how long she’s been waiting.
Three schools. Three Champions and… a love triangle?
Something went wrong. Terribly wrong. A fourth year Hogwarts student, Hermione Granger, was chosen by the Goblet of Fire as a Champion of her school. Veela Fleur Delacour, Beauxbatons Champion, chose her as her mate. To make matters worse, the Durmstrang Champion, Viktor Krum, also fell in love with Hermione. A possessive Veela and a jealous famous Quidditch player… can they put aside their differences when the girl they both love is in danger?
Dusk of Summer takes place during Hermione’s fourth year at Hogwarts, the same year that Fleur Delacour visits the school in hope to compete in the Triwizard Tournament, and the same year they begin their love affair. This is an alternate universe, so possibilities are limitless. I must apologize for the terrible summary, but there’s quite a bit more information inside.
Love is like death, sudden and unexpected, long and drawn out. Fleur Delacour is no expert in the ways of love, the English or Hermione Granger. But in Hermione’s seventh year, the learning curve is steep. Written, with permission, as a companion piece to Dreiser’s “No Defense for You” in Fleur’s POV.
You are passing time waiting for your coffee order at the local cafe when you see her. Hermione. You always thought seeing any of them again would be too painful. Your alliance was born of war time necessity and while you associated the word hero with her you also associated her with the worst period of your life.
chapter 3: pick-up lines. hold out your hand to her and say, ‘can you hold this while i go for a walk?’
she’s sitting next to fleur in the library while the other girl reads. which is unusual. usually they both read and fleur makes a ‘tut tut’ sound when she comes across an opinion she dislikes and hermione asks her to explain her thoughts - all of them, spare no detail - until she’s picked up new french cuss words. today, however, she can’t focus on her book.
the book in question isn’t from the school library; hermione had had it owl-delivered from a muggle bookstore in london. it’s disguised right now behind a clever little spell of hermione’s own design, which rearranges the letters on the jacket.
how to meet girls.
“i have read monsieur wishmoor’s theories on charms,” fleur says. “that is his biography?”
hermione snaps the book shut. “hmm? y-yes. his biography. it’s fascinating, despite his rather victorian opinions on women’s rights.”
“perhaps i might ask to borrow it once you have finished.”
“oh, well it’s not… not that fascinating,” hermione says. she crosses her arms in front of her, tucking the book beneath them so that fleur can’t see the cover anymore. “there are several other books i’d list ahead of this one, if you’re looking for recommendations.”
fleur smiles and closes her own book, resting a hand over the cover and tracing the golden letters of the title with an index finger. “i would like that.”
“great,” hermione nods. “um. fleur,” she tries, and flips over her right hand so that it’s lying palm-up. “would you hold this for me?”
fleur looks amused, but reaches out to take hermione’s hand, palm over palm on the tabletop.
“is this one of wishmoor’s charms?”
hermione answers slowly, trying to keep her brain from racing too far ahead. fleur is holding her hand. “i just thought you might like to go for a walk.”
fleur stands up, tugging hermione with her and lacing their fingers together as she does.
“it is very nice outside,” she says agreeably, and smiles at hermione, who can’t believe her luck. “i have one condition, however.”
“what is it?”
“you must let me know what other charms you have learned from monsieur wishmoor’s book.”
“there was one other one,” hermione says, gathering up her bag and walking hand-in-hand with fleur to the library door. “‘i’m not a photographer, but i can picture us together.’”